Bitter Morning

So we are off to our craft class this morning. I don't feel like chasing everyone around to brush their hair and I don't feel like pretending to be anything but a bitter old hag today. Oh, they are going to love me at painfully cheerful toddler class aren't they.

Things I am annoyed with.

• we (meaning the paycheck bringer and I) have to fight over the same thing 1000 times. If one says he is over it and he understands, then one should shut the hell up about it. Or get therapy for his horrible passive aggression.
• annoying emails from my sister containing half naked men all lubed up and glistening (usually dressed as firemen or cops with their overalls falling off) with stupid catch phrases underneath. Yep, you'll put my fire out baby (yawn)

There is more of course.

• my messy house. I feel like launching myself backwards on to the floor and having a tantrum about it. I used to be a part of this website/group called FLYLADY. Maybe you have heard of it. I believe it is secretly run by the husbands of women I know. It's all about getting your house clean by breaking areas up into 'zones' and by ensuring that, not matter how many people in your home have puked that day, your kitchen sink be shining and glorious. I liked it for the first little while. Then the 154 emails they sent me a day starting driving me a little nuts. Then I felt like BIG BROTHER was watching me. Then I started looking at my husband with suspicion. I guess it's not so much that my house is messy, it's more that I am frustrated that I feel like I am susposed to actually enjoy and be efficient with the drudgery of cleaning the same thing a zillion times a week. Note to self: Tell daughters the truth about being a SAHM! Visit them frequently, send in maids. Share my flask of gin.